tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384938882024-03-05T11:34:39.939+00:00Pegadas na AreiaRitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-89480863225025649672011-05-12T16:11:00.000+01:002011-05-13T21:35:55.598+01:00cu cu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fDdVWDvaJ4AXflRYLb_V5iIe8nDElPUl9KM29SLC8B2QvewiqNMj_2nj7NyqCZrg7lrzNds39XDUFerQ3d0Cz_pMJsr34M_wCgUiC_NJ0oEa8Y2mDSlM-zp_6_Phv5Sd_Bw4Dg/s1600/IMG_9476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fDdVWDvaJ4AXflRYLb_V5iIe8nDElPUl9KM29SLC8B2QvewiqNMj_2nj7NyqCZrg7lrzNds39XDUFerQ3d0Cz_pMJsr34M_wCgUiC_NJ0oEa8Y2mDSlM-zp_6_Phv5Sd_Bw4Dg/s400/IMG_9476.jpg" width="550" /></a></div>Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-55511341926340266872011-04-29T12:47:00.001+01:002011-04-29T12:49:59.539+01:00...i never wanted you to go, but I'd be the last to let you know...<iframe width="480" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t3VwrssF63g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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<br />
Walk it off now<br />
You can tell them all how, how hard we tried to work it out<br />
Walk it off dear<br />
Standing here with your tail between your legs<br />
<br />
Here we stand<br />
There's nothing left for you<br />
There's nothing left for me<br />
Here I am <br />
There's nothing left for you<br />
There's nothing left for me<br />
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I will never be what you want to see now<br />
I will never be what you want to see now<br />
I never wanted you to go<br />
But I'd be the last to let you know<br />
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Walk it off now<br />
You can tell them all how I finally let you down<br />
Stand around here in this small town<br />
And tell me how it feels<br />
Tell me how it feelsRitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-77793864967701918812011-04-25T10:52:00.001+01:002011-04-25T10:53:17.845+01:00the looser has to fall...<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/92cwKCU8Z5c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-84939232571582806552011-04-13T13:02:00.002+01:002011-04-13T13:04:07.787+01:00amizade...há alguma coisa melhor que isto?<br />
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<a href="http://mariabemmequer.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-minhas-ritas.html#comment-form"><b>Bem me queres e Malmequeres</b></a><br />
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Obrigada!Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-49636357661034168142011-04-13T12:29:00.000+01:002011-04-13T12:29:34.277+01:00o meu horoscopo...para esta semana diz:<br />
"Esta quase a atingir um sucesso, quase, quase. Não vai querer morrer na praia, pois não?"<br />
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Será? Mummmmm....Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-72284590029167608472011-04-12T15:27:00.003+01:002011-04-12T15:27:32.071+01:00strong enough...?I don't need your sympathy<br />
There's nothing you can say or do for me<br />
And I don't want a miracle<br />
You'll never change for no one<br />
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I hear your reasons why<br />
Where did you sleep last night?<br />
And was she worth it, was she worth it?<br />
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'Cos I'm strong enough<br />
To live without you<br />
Strong enough and I quit crying<br />
Long enough now I'm strong enough<br />
To know you gotta go<br />
<br />
There's no more to say<br />
So save your breath<br />
And then walk away<br />
No matter what I hear you say<br />
I'm strong enough to know you gotta go<br />
<br />
So you feel misunderstood<br />
Baby, have I got news for you<br />
On being used, I could write a book<br />
You don't wanna hear about it<br />
<br />
I've been losing sleep<br />
You've been going cheap<br />
She ain't worth half of me it's true<br />
I'm telling you<br />
<br />
Now I'm strong enough to live without you<br />
Strong enough and I quit crying<br />
Long enough now I'm strong enough<br />
To know you gotta go <br />
<br />
Come hell or waters high<br />
You'll never see me cry<br />
This is our last goodbye, it's trueRitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-6853815877064451362011-04-12T11:58:00.003+01:002011-04-12T12:07:29.298+01:00é de pedir aos céus... a mim, a ti e a Deus...<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lU5e6bSFnO8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-54041104897544908022011-03-24T13:04:00.000+00:002011-03-24T13:04:28.671+00:00exhaust...<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ct5NLqSbCIk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-21627388185071934372011-03-23T14:58:00.000+00:002011-03-23T14:58:46.960+00:00se...... virem uma menina na rua, de saia, collants e umas crocs cor de rosa choc, dois numeros acima, não se espantem... não é moda!<br />
Levei-as para casa ontem, já a pensar no Verão e ela não as quer descalçar por nada, não dormiu com elas não sei como!<br />
A figurinha é que não é a melhor... mas ela está feliz, isso é que interessa...Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-74376699418355298302011-03-17T15:55:00.000+00:002011-03-17T15:55:24.186+00:00do carnaval...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Quem está a chegar?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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É a Kitty!<br />
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Está tudo bem, não precisamos de nos precupar com isso.<br />
Perfeito!Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-39198093726600359422011-03-01T15:17:00.002+00:002011-03-01T15:17:17.923+00:00ela...ao telefone:<br />
- Mãe! Fiz dois gandes chi chis no poconico!<br />
- Boa Filha!Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-23766979787527638572011-03-01T15:05:00.004+00:002011-03-01T15:13:01.889+00:00back to life...<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="550" height="335" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SGFJdWZOcWg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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I didn't see it coming<br />
I was blinded by your light<br />
Somehow I'm under your spell<br />
But you brought me back to lifeRitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-49314267232997982942011-02-28T11:40:00.001+00:002011-02-28T11:40:58.059+00:00levantei-me com esta musica na cabeçaApesar do frio, apetecia-me ir aproveitar o sol...<br />
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Ao meu lado uma princesa, cheia de lodo, encharcada até ao pescoço, mas feliz!Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-63285789589662782022011-02-25T10:04:00.008+00:002011-02-25T12:24:49.981+00:00bom dia...com sol!<br />
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Ela portou-se muito bem, estava optima, deixou fazer tudo.<br />
Ela tem um pequeno sopro no coração. Vamos fazer Ecocardiograma. Não deve ser nada, deve desaparecer.<br />
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Eu... estou com o coração pequenino, pequenino...Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-44463573593325902382011-02-24T12:11:00.003+00:002011-02-25T12:25:11.977+00:00ela...descobriu o que eram totós... adorou!<br />
E é vê-la toda vaidosa...Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-9866527433037917092010-12-08T23:04:00.000+00:002010-12-08T23:04:38.667+00:00um mundoUm dia é um universo e cada pessoa é um mundo.<br />
Cada dia são muitos dias, altos e baixos, risos e choros, tristezas e alegrias.<br />
Num momento tudo se desmorona e noutro tudo fica bem.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Um dia é um universo e cada pessoa é um mundo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hoje estou bem... amanhã... não sei.</div><div><br />
</div>Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-46937382222111645522010-11-24T11:25:00.001+00:002011-02-25T12:25:28.031+00:00ela...à mesa, deixa cair comida... a cadela apanha e come...<br />
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- Pai... a Maía está a mastigaie!<br />
- A Maria tá a mastigar o quê??<br />
- Num shei... foi a mãe... tava ali...<br />
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Mentirosa! 2 anos e já nos quer enrolar :)Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-62668341242401434632010-11-23T11:02:00.002+00:002011-02-25T12:25:38.832+00:00eu ADORO Polly'sEla adora as Pollys Pocket e as suas roupinhas mas ainda não as consegue vestir bem.<br />
Eu adoro as Pollys Pocket e as suas roupinhas e ADORO que eu é que as tenha de vestir!<br />
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Sou eu que lhe digo... Inês, queres brincar com as Pollys?<br />
Sim mãe.<br />
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Yupiiii :)Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-88053592557942424542010-11-22T16:04:00.003+00:002011-02-25T12:25:54.162+00:00...Só agora reparei que há mais de um ano que não escrevia aqui...Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04718159304209550911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38493888.post-81701113745474252072010-11-22T10:46:00.002+00:002011-02-25T12:26:03.070+00:00encontro de Amigas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mãe, mãe... anda cá!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mãe, mãe?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fotogafia mãe, fotogafia :)</span><br />
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Ela está optima! Já está com 27 meses e cada dia que passa cresce mais um bocadinho.<br />
Já fala pelos cotovelos, aliás desde os 22 meses que o que faz mais é falar. Já faz frases e consegue manter um diálogo. Tem um sentido de humor apuradissimo, fartamo-nos de rir com ela. É uma alegria lá em casa.<br />
Já dorme na cama de "menina crescida" desde os 23 meses, mas por vezes acaba a noite na nossa cama.<br />
Come de tudo, não gosta de leite, adora fruta e... doces, apesar de não comer muitos.<br />
Adora as barbies, as pollys, os nenucos, os livros, dos dvd's e cd's do Panda que faz questão de ver e ouvir a TODA a hora. Já canta muitas musicas com todas as palavras... enfim está um sonho de menina, a alegria das nossas vidas!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2